It was fashioned of brushed brass, clicking cogs, and black dials and numbers set on an ivory face, a treasure passed from generation to generation, to the eldest son, as was customary in their family.
But because the current generation had produced no male heirs, the family’s patriarch had arranged for the pocket watch to be locked in a vault for safe keeping until the next male progeny was born…except…this was the 21st Century and there were three daughters waiting in the wings.
Members of the family petitioned the old man to consider the eldest of the three, an accomplished, intelligent young woman, to be the next owner of the watch, and he, after careful consideration and a twinkle in his eye as he gazed intently into hers, exclaimed, “Well hell, why not!” embracing his favorite girl sealing the deal; and a dusty old tradition was shattered by an antique, just like that!
kat ~ 25 August 2016
In response to Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo by Rachel Crowe.